Chapter 796: A New Day

"Wizards' mouths don't speak, how strange."

The black cat jumped onto the table.

"What do you think they should say?"

Leta laughed.

"Say some things that weren't finished."

The black cat disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Leta watched it pass through the wooden door and leap toward the fireplace, feeling inexplicably flustered.

When she stayed in the kitchen, when she was standing by the cabinet blankly holding a steaming pumpkin pie, the black cat appeared.

The snow outside had fallen into silence, and the pale pink halo blurred the dream.

The black cat was like a messenger of the night, carrying the dusk back.

The black cat's tail was twitching, and at this moment she realized that the ground under her feet was actually moving.

This was the black cat's magic, but she also knew that magic is a precious and rare thing in the boundary.

Few wizards carry magic in the boundary.

She was sent out; in this dusk, she was like walking into the night sea, someone invited her to salvage the lost stars.

"I never hated you, Leta."

Newt was speaking; saying these few words seemed to take all his strength,

"I was voluntary, no matter what concerns you had, I forgave you. You should know, I always forgave you without reservation."

Reality may be a dream that needs to be careful every moment, while a dream is a reality where you can be bold and assured everywhere.

The black cat only explained Leta's state of mind to Newt, and the silent Mr. Newt clearly realized what he should say.

"Why, Newt? You don't hate me, yet you still want to comfort me?"

Leta became at a loss for the first time.

"Because there is nothing that makes me sadder than your unhappiness."

Newt said.

The two didn't speak again, and the black cat could only hear the sound of snow falling outside.

"I miss you very much, Leta."

Newt said at the end.

These were the last words of him, who was not good at words.

The mist outside became thick, and the black cat knew that the boundary was about to expel them.

Newt and Leta also realized it.

Newt began to become panicked and uneasy; at this time he was always fearful.

The winter in the boundary is too slow; some words will only fall into the deep sea like a glacier cracking, and it will take a century to hear the muffled sound of it hitting the bottom.

The mist was too thick, so thick that Newt couldn't see the other's face clearly, so thick that Newt had to look directly at it. ===== CHAPTER 797 =====